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Tuesday, 6 August 2013

WordPress Daily Prompt: Everything Changes

Walking down the street, you encounter a folded piece of paper on the sidewalk. You pick it up and read it and immediately, your life has changed. Describe this experience. Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRANSFORMATION.

So there I was, minding my own business and
suddenly I found an interesting piece of paper on the pavement (we do not have
sidewalks in Europe). I would have ignored it, but it was wrapped on a stone
with a dried spaghetti string. Not something you find every day. I almost
squashed it, were it not for the stone, and it was lying beneath the wall of
the remand prison: you know the building in town with the iron bars at the
window.

Shall I ignore this message or not? Does someone want to send a message
claiming a miscarriage of justice, perhaps an attempt to escape? Broke the spaghetti
string, which had become quite hard and brittle and unwrapped the paper and
decided to read. The ink was red (or was it blood) and the writing written in a
hurried scrawling way, as if there was no time to spare.

“To the finder of this message.

Please call tel. No. 666 6666 immediately. The time is ready. I feel it in my
bones. The full moon will rise tonight. My deeds have been misjudged; I can
only do what I have to. Tell Nick I will be ready tonight at 11.55, five
minutes before midnight. Self burning letter after a minute, drop at once.

Vlad”

So what should I do with this I thought? The problem was soon solved; the paper
began to turn brown at the edges immediately. I dropped it as it was aflame,
and my fingers were burning: a devious way of calling for help. I could not go
to the police for assistance; I no longer had any proof. I decided to call the
telephone number on the note. I had not exactly memorised it but somehow the
number seemed to suit the message, remembering the film The Omen, one of my
favourites, and they were always mentioning the No. 666.

My mobile telephone was ready and I dialled.

“Hello, is that Nick speaking.”

“Who gave you my number?”

“I found a note on the pavement from Vlad at the foot of the walls of the
remand prison with instructions to call you. Seems he will be ready at 11.55
tonight.”

“Who are you?”

“Just a passer bye: by the way I nearly got burns from the letter when it burst
into flames.”

“Still up to his tricks huh? Ok, meet me at the cemetery, this evening at
eight. I will be standing next to the crematorium, the third gravestone on the
left.”

And with that he hung up.

So what should I do? If I do not attend this meeting, Vlad and Nick will both
be disappointed. I could take the local priest with me for protection, but I do
not know the local priest. OK, two pieces of wood will do, bound together like
a l for protection and a clove of garlic, sounds like it might be
useful. More garlic would have been better, but I used it all on a loaf of
garlic bread I prepared to eat with the hamburger. Perhaps a gun with a silver
bullet, but I have no silver bullets or a gun.

I made my way to the cemetery with a strange feeling deep inside my stomach.
Was I going to meet something from another world, or was it the hamburger I
swallowed in a hurry before leaving home. It was not such a dark night,
although there were threatening clouds breaking the light from the full moon.
Full moon? Am I mad going to a cemetery meeting Nick on a full moon night.

I could see the outlines of the crematorium looming in the distance, throwing
threatening shadows on the surroundings and then I saw him. A tall
appararition, but he was wearing a cylinder hat. He was swathed in a black
cloak.

“Are you Nick?” I asked looking into a pair of red rimmed eyes.

“Yes” he answered in a quivering voice. Then he sneezed. “You need not to be
afraid, I have caught a dreadful cold waiting around on this cemetery, the reason
for my inflamed eyes.”

“Of course” and we both departed for the remand prison. Nick seemed to be quite
excited and I had to run to catch up with him, he was moving so fast, almost
seemed to be floating on the air. He even lost his cylinder hat on the way, did
I see two horns protruding from his head? No, my wild imagnination or a trick
of the light probably.

Eventually we arrived. Nick looked upwards to a window and whistled through his
teeth. It was quite a loud whistle, but he did have two large canine teeth
which seem to grow quite long. An answering whistle came and a figure appeared
behind the bars of the window.

“Jump” said Nick

Vlad answered (I suppose it was Vlad) “The bars are in the way and that guy
with you is carry a garlic clove and a wooden cross. No way”

“Don’t be stupid Vlad. What are you a costume bearer at a Halloween party or
the real thing. Turn into something, one of those bats and fly through the
space between the bars. I will deal with the anti-vampire props.”

“Good idea Nick” and I saw how the figure of a man became a bird and flew
through the bars.

“Drop them” Nick said and I did. No good arguing with someone with red eyes.

I am sure you would love to hear what happenedd afterwards. Problem was I fell
asleep somehow with this Vlad person standing over me. Nick was keeping watch.
When I awoke I found I had two new friends and two holes in my neck. Now I
never take walks along the pavement during the day: only at night, and Vlad is
always with me. Now and again we meet Nick at the cemetery. We always pay a
visit to the local blood bank. Vlad says it is more hygienic. You never know
where those necks have been.

About Me

Grew up in the East End of London, which means I am a cockney. After a commercial course at school and working around the city of London as shorthand-typist, I moved over to Switzerland and worked 2 years in an import export company in Zürich. Moved on to work for Robert Bosch in Solothurn and met Mr. Swiss. 2 children later and many years I am still in Switzerland. In the meanwhile worked for 30 years for a Swiss machine tool company as export clerk, am bilingual (english/German(Swiss German), speak French, Italian, Russian. Am now retired and enjoying my hobbies, photography, writingm Tai Chi and looking after 3 cats that decided to move in with me.